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Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Cry Fear Future Past
All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Light Love Return Voice
If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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Himself Ideas Love Person Religious
A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
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Goodness Greatness Happiness Himself Imagination Intense Man Pain Place
I love tranquil solitude.
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Love Myself One Liner Solitude Tranquility
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Death Fear Myself Tremble
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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Happiness Sorrow Sweet
I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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Bed Black Death Myself Reward Win
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Lips Lover One Liner Relationship Soul Trouble
Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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Action Religious Word
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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History Man Memories Poem Writing
And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
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Darkness Dreams Earth Fair Feeling Flower Garden Love Rest Rose Spirit
Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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Change Death Fly Hope Life Return Truth
Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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Bright Heaven Herself Love Moon Sleep Stars World
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Consumption Light Poet Poetry Power

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